It was with great anticipation that I went out and bought my first pair of hoops, I hadn't actually planned it, just went shopping and to have a look around, while strolling through the mall I came across what was to be a turning point of some sort, it was only a small store but it grabbed my attention, you know the one, bright colours, neon lights everything that screams out come on in, so I did.
Now I am not what you would call the teeny bopper generation but that is what this store was full of, all these young things in their skimpy little outfits and here is me all clad up in my winter woolies and sensible shoes, the ones my mother always said would last forever, but I had made it this far and there was no turning back.
As I look around and wonder what exactly it was that had pulled me in here I didn't have to look for long, over on the far wall there they were, in all their glory, standing out from everything else in the store, just oozing personality and power. I stand there for a second, frozen in a moment of time, questioning my sanity and wondering who it is I think I am, what I am about to do goes totally against my normal very practical ways of being, but I go ahead anyway, I move towards that back wall, the one with hoops, they come in all sizes, ranging from the ever so sensible ones which would normally have been me to the ones that any doorknob would be proud to own, and yes, there is a story behind that doorknob comment but that is for another day, right now I am torn between turning and running as fast as my practical shoes will allow or going for something that I feel has been laying dormant in me for quite some time, so with heart pounding and legs like jelly, I move forward, the controlled breathing I learned years before had finally come into use and as I lean forward reaching out for the creme de le creme of hoops, my heart stops, someone has called my name, I freeze, my fingers go into a spasm and will not release the hoops, what on earth do I do now?
A well of emotions is let loose, and I can feel myself blushing, but of course I am not one to blush in the normal manner, no not me, I am one of those who's ears take the brunt of it, I feel them burning as I turn to face whoever is about to send me into a spiral of the deepest embarrassment I have ever known, but this was not to be, it was in fact also the name of one of the teeny boppers who obviously missed out on the talk with her mother about practical shoes.
With great relief I regain my composure and head towards the salesperson, and of course, this is not without it's drama either, there is a young thing standing in front of me with what looks like a collection of safety pins which I can only assume is to hold her face together, she is chewing gum and is quite oblivious to the fact that I am now breaking out into a cold sweat, she is retelling events of her previous night and in detail which I cannot go into here, only to say, her mother has not done her job properly, she is finally finished up and it is my turn, my hand reaches up to place the glistening glorious hoops on the counter, quickly glancing around to ensure I haven't been spotted, and starting up the controlled breathing again, the saleslady very kindly informs me she is about to go on a break, and her young assistant will complete the sale, she was not wrong about young, this girl must have been no older than 14 with what can only be described as an assortment from her fathers toolbox through her ears, however we proceed with the transaction and I walk out of the store a slightly different person.
As I make my way out to the car park I am a nervous wreck. What on earth do I think I am doing? They are only a pair of earrings for goodness sake!. They are sitting on seat next to me, shining in the sunlight as we drive home. I pick them up from time to time and just feel the weight of them in my hand. What will they feel like once they are on? Who will I become? Does it really change anything? And if so, why is that so? We are nearly home now, I say we because they have already become a part of me, you don't go through the experience I just went through and not come out being closer, we have already formed a unique relationship. I pull into the driveway, checking that no one is home, I need to ease into this, we have only just begun this journey and I am not ready to share just yet, out of the car, I run to the front door barely able to get the key in the lock, inside now and everything else becomes redundant, it is just me and my hoops, with great force I rip the bag open and release what could well be the most significant turning point in my life.
So...I'm sitting here all alone, just me, my hoops and a dog who is looking at me sideways. A million thoughts are rushing through my head, the expectation I have now placed on these things is starting to spiral out of control, I mean, what if I fail, what if I don't fit the pattern of all the things I have read, from all accounts these things come with magic powers, if I am to believe everything I have read, and I really have no reason not to, I should no longer have a need for my winter woolies and sensible shoes. Can I bring myself to dispose of these items that have been a part of me for so long.
The house is quiet and its making me nervous, I check the clock being consciously aware that my time is fast running out, he will be home soon, if I am going to do this I need to do it now, I look at the dog, he has given up and gone onto other things. The time is right, it is now or never. I walk over to the mirror with an air of confidence, I can do this, they are just earrings after all, its no big deal. I take out my little junior hoops that have served me so well over the years and examine the little holes which have suffered no trauma. I take a long lasting look as from what I have read, they may not stay this way for very long. I pick up the first hoop, I can feel a rush go through me as I am about to go ahead with what I have been planning for so long, my ears are excited and turning a nice shade of red, they are pulsating which is making it difficult to slide the hoop through the hole, but I get there, the first one is in, I am halfway there, I stand back to examine what looks totally foreign, and give a little laugh, which is another little quirk, I laugh when I am nervous and the clock is ticking louder. The second one is in now, and I need to begin my controlled breathing again. I hyperventilate for a second or two as I try to reconcile the image I am seeing. I step back and take a good look. I throw another laugh and ask myself, what the heck am I doing, but I have come this far and the transformation has already started to take place. The dog has returned and is looking at me in a strange way.
I walk around and get a feel for what these hoops can do, there just may be something in what they say, I feel them pull as I take each step, its an odd but somewhat pleasant feeling, this is not so bad after all, I start to relax and play with them a little, a tug here, a jiggle there, I'm really starting to have fun, I spot the camera, I have an idea, I'll take some pictures, for all I know there may be a website out there that could use them, I have heard that there is some guy out there who has a little fetish for this type of thing, so I sit back and take a few shots, I'm starting to get quite comfortable with all this now and I am thinking maybe later I might rummage through the garage and try the toolbox look, but for now I am still with the hoops. With the shots all done and still some time up my sleeve, I walk over to the computer, well, actually walk is no longer appropriate, I now saunter as walking is reserved for people in winter woolies and sensible shoes, I take a seat and switch it on, I still have about 10 minutes before he is home, I get into a chat and I am feeling like a bad girl, I am flirting all over and saying things my mother taught me never to say, I get lost in time, I'm really being bad, flicking the hair, tugging on the hoops, tossing the head back and lusting all over the place, I cant believe what I am saying, I am really living in the moment, but what is that I hear, keys in the front door, the dog is barking, he's home...I go into a panic, the controlled breathing is not working and my heart misses a few beats, I am recklessly trying to get these earrings out, he is inside now, and I am almost there, they are out and I place them to the side, the moment is over, the show has ended, I return to my former self. Who was I for a while, and why did I go there, would I have become that without the aid of hoops, I guess for now I will not know but for just a little bit I was able to peek outside of the winter woolies and the sensible shoes, and you know, it wasn't all that bad, and maybe just maybe next time I might share it with him.
To be continued?
· Posted by hlover
on February 03 2007
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